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bigapplesauce2014-06-24 08:55 pm
eighth) wrote in bigapplesauce2014-06-24 08:55 pm
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[closed] old girl, old friend-ship
After being liberated from his cell, the Doctor heads straight for the park. Considering he's about 40 blocks south though, it does take a little while.
He knows it's highly unlikely to be his TARDIS exactly. It's possible, but he thinks he would've felt it, at least once he'd been made aware of her presence. But even just another version of her will be a comfort, and if the future him is permanently gone, she'll probably want the company too.
Once he reaches the Ramble, it takes a little while to pinpoint her location, but not as much as one would think, since he can thankfully sense her somewhat. A grin spreads across his face as he rounds some rocks and sees her.
"Hello, old girl," he says, jogging up to the big blue box, getting out the key. The exterior is different, and oh, his other self seems to have switched back to the regular yale keys. It doesn't seem to matter though, as the doors swing open at his touch. It's nice to feel welcomed.
He lets out a small, appreciative gasp at the sight of her new interiors, too. Very different from his own, perhaps just a little too colourful and shiny for his tastes, but at least it's got character. He doesn't know why he kept the simple white theme for so long.
Already he can feel his memories flooding back, and he reaches out to her mind with a joyful greeting. Between all of this, he doesn't even immediately notice there's someone else in there.
He knows it's highly unlikely to be his TARDIS exactly. It's possible, but he thinks he would've felt it, at least once he'd been made aware of her presence. But even just another version of her will be a comfort, and if the future him is permanently gone, she'll probably want the company too.
Once he reaches the Ramble, it takes a little while to pinpoint her location, but not as much as one would think, since he can thankfully sense her somewhat. A grin spreads across his face as he rounds some rocks and sees her.
"Hello, old girl," he says, jogging up to the big blue box, getting out the key. The exterior is different, and oh, his other self seems to have switched back to the regular yale keys. It doesn't seem to matter though, as the doors swing open at his touch. It's nice to feel welcomed.
He lets out a small, appreciative gasp at the sight of her new interiors, too. Very different from his own, perhaps just a little too colourful and shiny for his tastes, but at least it's got character. He doesn't know why he kept the simple white theme for so long.
Already he can feel his memories flooding back, and he reaches out to her mind with a joyful greeting. Between all of this, he doesn't even immediately notice there's someone else in there.